hair!

whenever people meet jack for the first time they always comment on his hair. his crazy punk rock mohawkesque hair. we’re thinking of coloring it green, red, blue or something that really expresses jack’s inner rebellious teen. kelly and i admit to playing with jack’s hair to tease it into a pointy shape. it’s just fun.

this got me thinking about the vain practice of hair styling. jack doesn’t visit the salon okay, he did once because the woman who cuts my hair wanted to meet jack, yet he still maintains a well-coifed ‘do. why do we spend thousands of hours and dollars doing this? maybe if we only bathed twice a week like jack we could achieve the beautiful soft healthy hair that jack possesses.

i also can’t help but notice the similarities between jack’s hair and mine on certain days. granted, these days are often preceded by a timeframe of unknown length without showering on my part. hey, i’m a new dad. cut me some slack. whereas jack’s hair just happens, mine is the result of 2 a.m. feedings and sleeping soundly on my right side when i eventually fall asleep.